Twists and turns
winds and binds.
That's the labyrinth of my mind.
Wonder where, wonder who?
What could this capsule be hiding?
torn and shattered.
That's the story of my heart.
What could this ceramist be making?
Is this the way I should be dying?
That's the sculpture of my body.
Why is something always aching?
Not too good,
not too bad.
I have nothing, so, why be glad?
My body may not be unhealthy,
but inside I'm a total train wreck.
Oh, ****... She's using the analogies to describe herself now